i went out saturday with a friend and he asked if i was doing much writing. i dropped my gaze to my sushi and hemmed and hawed.

busy...undisciplined...daunting pile of paper...some thoughts kicking around...blah blah.

then i looked up and said, 'let's face it. i'm lazy. it's too hard and i don't know what i'm doing.'

so this week, i'm meeting with a LIFE COACH. so bourgeois. so oprah.

pathetic.